C H A P T E R 1

In the middle of the night, she closed her eyes and listened to the voice inside of her. She always knew that death was always closer to her than anyone else. Her body was aching all the time, but the worst pain always come in the night.

Her temples felt like gong that being played, her skins felt like being sliced by a very very sharp winds. Her mind begged this torture would come to the end, but one listened. She already tried to beg gods, ghosts, every powerful being that she can remembered, but every time, silence always mock her silently.

This never-ending moment make her hated herself more and more. Tears came out from the of her eyes, her body grew weaker and weaker, her consciousness fading.

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"Is young miss gonna be all right?" a childish voice woke her up from her unconscious state, but her body couldn't be moved and her eyelid couldn't be opened. She felt so weak and tired, so she just laid there and tried to listened the voices around her. She wondered, whose voice she heard earlier. Before she analysed more about the child-like voice, a different voice was heard.

"Young miss is such a strong woman, she'll be all right." A cold and clear voice answered assuredly. She never heard those voices before, yet they talked about her like they knew her for a long time.

'What a weird dream', she thought. She never entered a dream after the torturous night, but this dream didn't feel so bad, she didn't feel any pain.